Our local post office is a nightmare for a variety of reasons. One of the biggest problems comes from the other customers who are too wrapped up in their ipods or cell phones or egos to see the "Take a Number" stand when they enter.
Let me make something clear here. This "Take a Number" stand is about five and half feet high. It also stands RIGHT BEHIND the door! I mean literally, when you open the door, you have to walk around it to get inside. There is no missing this thing unless you're either distracted or think, for whatever reason, that it's not important.
Now, I understand that sometimes places don't use the numbers even though they're there. The deli counter in the grocery store, for example, doesn't always use the numbers. But you know what? You can't be an idiot and just assume that any place that had a "Take a Number" sign doesn't use it. Because then you suddenly find yourself in a position where people who came in AFTER you are being helped BEFORE you. And, of course, you then complain that it isn't fair.
That's what happened when I went in to the post office to ship a couple small packages. I went in and took a number. Behind me, a tall guy entered - looked like a truck driver - and took a number. He leaned against the wall across from me and waited.
In the outer vestibule where the various confirmation and tracking tags are located, there was a lady filling out a packing slip. A few minutes after truck driver entered, she finishes filling out her slip, comes inside, and walks right around the number dispenser. She looks like she's got a bit of an ego, too. Holds her nose real high, too much make-up, highlights in her hair, fur coat, high heels, fancy-shmancy purse, etc. The look on her face said that she was disgusted to have to mingle with the rest of the disgusting "average" people in order to get mail her package.
There were two people working at the counter. My number was called next. I handed my packages to the postal worker and while she weighed them, the other worker called for the next number. Of course, snobby lady steps forward at the same time as truck driver. He holds up his number with a mere "Uhm..." and she gives him the most dirty look.
"I was here first," she snaps.
In the building first, yes. In line first? No way.
The postal worker speaks up. "You're supposed to take a number, Ma'am."
None of that is important to her, of course. "No, I was here first!" she insists. "That's not right!"
Truck driver clearly didn't feel like dealing with it. He held up his hands and went back to his spot against the wall. "That's not really fair, but whatever," he mumbles. I felt bad for him.
Meanwhile, the lady had this annoyed sneer on her face for the entire rest of the time she was in the building. It was drizzling outside at the time - I really hoped the rain would POUR down on her once she left.
Shopping Tip of the Day for 3/22/2011 - If someone holds the door for you when you enter or exit a store, whether it's an employee or another customer, THANK THEM! Don't just walk in with your smug little smile like you somehow are owed such treatment. You're lucky people don't let the door slam in your face.